A Week’s Eve

Tomorrow morning I will wake up a week clean! It feels amazing, but at the same time, in the back of my mind I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, you know? Like it’s inevitable that I’ll fail at some point so I shouldn’t get too excited. The first week has actually been surprisingly easy, maybe that’s why. It’s as if the enemy is winding up for a big swing. The scariest part is, in the back of my mind and the pit of my stomach, there’s still a part of me that hopes I do fail. Because I still want that high, you know? When does THAT go away? Anyways, keep me in your prayers 🙏🏼. Hope I don’t need em, but if I do, I’ll be glad I got em.